I can’t believe I was so nervous about this.
Thank goodness Crew was able to calm me down. I was really turning this into something more than it needed to be.
Once we’re eaten our fill, I build the bonfire and set it alight. As soon as the fire is lit, Kiara has a marshmallow on a skewer as she burns the hell out of it.
She’s always done this. She never browns the damn thing—she just sticks it into the fire until it lights up before blowing it out. Half the time she doesn’t even bother making a s’more, just stuffing the hot marshmallow into her mouth and burning her tongue, which is exactly what she does right now.
“Hot. Hot. Hot.” She hangs her mouth open and pants, as if trying to cool the marshmallow already in her mouth.
“You know, I would’ve thought you might have outgrown this,” I tease her, grinning when she glares at me.
She can’t answer me as her mouth is full and her tongue burning, but eventually she swallows the marshmallow. “There’s nothing to outgrow, Mace. This is the only way to eat roasted marshmallows.”
As if to prove me right, she adds another to a skewer and sticks it in the fire before repeating the process.
“Please tell me you don’t eat them like she does.”
Crew chuckles. “No, I prefer to get mine golden brown and as part of a s’more before eating it.”
I let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Thank the gods. I don’t think we could deal with another heathen.”
“Whatever, Mason. Keep talking shit.” Kiara is grinning as she watches me skewer a marshmallow and hand it to Crew before doing another for myself.
It’s been years since I’ve done anything as mundane as sitting beside a bonfire and making s’mores. It’s actually really nice.
Damn. What is it with me and thinking things are really nice all the sudden?
Shaking my head, I set my skewer aside after I’ve had a couple of s’mores and pull off my shirt. “Does anyone else feel like a swim?”
A whine has my head jerking toward Crew, who has Kiara sitting in his lap. Both their eyes are locked on me, filled with hunger.
Damn, I should’ve thought about taking my shirt off sooner.
“Like what you see?” I ask, flexing for them, and that seems to snap them out of it.
“As if you need your head to be any bigger.” Kiara climbs to her feet and pulls off her dress, revealing a sexy as hell black bikini.
My cock is instantly hard, and my trunks do nothing to hide that fact.
“Yeah, no offense, Mason,” Crew says, his voice teasing as he loses his shirt. “You’re hot as hell, but nothing is hotter than Kiara in a bikini.”
Looking between the two of them, I want to argue that him shirtless next to Kiara is definitely hotter, but they’re already marching toward the lake.
I trail behind them, snickering when Crew squeals over the coldness of the water.
“It’s not that cold. Stop being a baby.” Kiara tugs Crew further in until only her head is above the water, and Crew is chest-deep. “I forgot how much being short sucks.”
“That’s something I can fix, baby. Come here.” Crew lifts her until she wraps her arms and legs around him. Their faces are close together, and I find myself wishing they would kiss.
Definitely a selfish thought, but the one that follows is even more selfish.
I wish I was squeezed between the two of them.
Fuck me.
“Are you coming, Mason?” Kiara calls, glancing over her shoulder.
I froze in place when Crew lifted her into his arms, so I continue until I reach the pair. “The two of you together are…hot as hell. And I’m thinking maybe being in the middle of nowhere, half dressed with both of you might have been a mistake.”